February 2012
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Monday.
Inaasahan ko na ang kabi-kabilaang away sa section namin. Na kahit ako mismo di ko maayos. Inaasahan ko na ang bagyong murahan at ulan ng parinig. At mas inaasahan ko na rin ang pagkasira ng araw ko.
Oh monday. Never lucky.
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practice daw. Ang kinalabasan. Away sa Fortitude. Ayun.
Sa sobrang dami kong iniisip ngayon, feeling ko, sasabog na utak ko kakaisip.
nakaka-stress. Kulang na kulang sa oras. Nakaka-depress. Di ko alam gagawin ko. Tinakasan na ako ng pag-asa.
Depressed na depressed na ko. Nakakainis lang talaga.
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Galit sa mundo.
Ayoko talaga yung pinupuna yung lahat ng ginagawa ko, lahat ng meron ako. Yung papansinin ako. Ayokong napapansin ako. Ayokong pinagtitinginan ako. Oo. Kasi hindi ako maganda. Oo, kasi hindi ako matangkad. Oo, kasi hindi ako maputi. Oo, kasi hindi ako payat. Oo, kasi di maganda yung buhok ko. Oo, kasi hindi maganda boses ko. Oo, kasi hindi ako matalino. Oo, kasi hindi ako mabait. Oo, kasi tanga...
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Magttype pa ako ng 14 pages script.
Mapupudpod na mga daliri ko dito.
Kahapon pa ako nagsimula, hindi pa rin tapos.
Nakakainis na.
8 pages na napa-print ko.
Mahaba-habang type-an pa ‘to.
INAANTOK NA KO.
Kung hindi ka rin naman magtatagal. Mabuti pang...
For all I know when I get back. You won't be there...
I forgive but I never forget.
Projects.
Sayaw sa PE
Compilation ng Paper Foldings sa Arts
Role play ng Florante at Laura
Comics stip sa Biology
Research paper sa English
Research paper din sa History
Sunod-sunod pasahan niyan. Saksakan dn sa hirap. Wtf. Di na uso pahinga sa panahon ngayon. 6 projects in 3weeks. ANDAMING GAGAWIN. Di ko na alam kung paano ko hahatiin yung oras ko.
Summer, please hurry.
A legend.
An epic day it is. Yesterday, was ARTS day. Our current lesson on arts was, Origami or paper folding. It was quite tough, besides, I don’t have any materials except for papers. I have to borrow scissors and all. Well, a lot of us was like cramming on this. We have to borrow and wait for one another to finish cutting. Because Ma’am Flor was really hasty. It annoyed me. It was like
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Don't fuck with my feelings, I'm sensitive.
Come and go.
People do come and go. The people who once said they won’t leave you, the people who once said they loved you, who once said they cared for you. I wonder where they are right now…
in the end, everyone turns out to be the person they swore they’d never become.
I’m seeking for silence and understanding then you’ll come up to me saying, too much drama. Srsly. You could kill yourself now. I would be happier if you’re out of my sight. Douchebag.
I hope things change eventually.